Falling (being rewritten)

Chapter 2: Why Me?

Some angels where destined to fall...

I woke up covered in sweat, another nightmare. Well, it was really a memory but still, what a great way to start out a day. My sweat was cold, and I couldn't seem to get warm. I got up and put my cloak into the dryer. She was cranky because I had forgotten about her.

After I did that, I went into my kitchen which had dark walls, dark hardwood floors, dark cabinets and stainless-steel products. (Refrigerator, stove, etc.) I went straight to the refrigerator and got a bag of blood and put into a glass. I drank all of it just as the dryer beeped.

I went into my laundry room and got my cloak, I had to feed on some souls. I knew I should had eaten more yesterday but I was too tired to do anything. My dream was when I was first born in heaven. I was a cute baby and grew faster than normal. By the time I was 3 I look as if I was 16. My looks stopped maturing after that so when I was 12, I looked like an 18-year-old.

I've never had good dreams for all the killing I have done in order to survive. It has killed my innocence making it to where if I dream, which sometimes I don't, makes them nightmares. My life is the same everyday kill, eat their souls, decide whether they go to heaven or hell, then back to my mansion to pass the time or my favorite is just going and pick a person and play with them.

I am what you could call a monster, but I was made this way. I am corrupted. I kill to live and is punished for it. I walked to a window and looked out it. I was a gloomy day, my favorite. I opened the window and then jumped. I then released my dark wings from my back, I flew over the city I lived in looking for the man I was going to have to kill.

I was pulled to the place like when you put a magnet close to metal. I saw him and knew that he was different. He had black hair and bright green eyes. He had a fit body; I could see it through the black t-shirt he had on. He also had dark washed jeans on, a leather jacket and biker boot.

He was extremely hot, no that's not a good word to explain him with he was more like exotic. I folded my wings back into my back and as soon as I did, I was slammed into a vision.

I saw the exotic man that I was supposed to kill in front of wolves, hundreds of them. They all looked at him with awe. He changed into a huge wolf that was a deep black color like my wings.

He soon took off into the woods that surrounded them. He was in the front of the pack, leading him. After the run or what I thought was a run he went into a large mansion naked because he changed back into his human form. He went upstairs to the top floor and walked down a long hallway to the door at the end of the hallway. Then he opened the door.

I was thrown back into reality. I was dealing with a werewolf and not only that but an alpha. An alpha not only leads the pack but is stronger than all of them, his hole pack. And by the look of how many wolves was in the pack he had to be the second or first strongest pack into the world. What have I gotten myself into?